"咳咳……" 林玉溪又咳了两声，喉咙干得像被砂纸磨过。她挣扎着想爬起来，手脚并用地撑在地上，可刚撑起半个身子，头晕眼花的感觉又让她软了下来，重重摔在冰冷的地面上。后背硌得生疼，让她忍不住龇了牙。

"这是哪儿……" 她迷迷糊糊地想，努力想睁开眼睛，可眼皮重得像灌了铅。memory like this is always like this. She can't remember the last thing she did. Is it possible that I fainted again? She thought in panic, her whole body shivering unconsciously.

After a long time, she gradually calmed down her panic, her consciousness slowly becoming clear. When her eyes finally opened, she saw a sturdy wall first. She pushed herself up and saw that she was lying in a small room with mud walls and a thatched roof. It looked like an outhouse, but she didn't smell any stench. Instead, there was a faint, gentle medicinal aroma drifting from somewhere.

Where am I? It's so clean... She was confused. She pushed the door, found it wasn't locked, and pushed it open. Outside the door was a small courtyard. A middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties was tending to a small fire, and smoke was curling up from the fire.